All Chapters of 365 Nights, Two Stepbrothers, One Me.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lila Sinclair's POV I stood in front of the gates of the Blackwood mansion, my suitcase sitting beside me like a sad little reminder of the life I had just left behind. The gates were tall, black wrought iron twisted into elaborate swirls that looked like something carved by angels but guarded by demons. Beyond them stretched a driveway paved in white marble, gleaming so bright under the afternoon sun that it almost blinded me. The mansion itself rose at the end like a palace ripped straight out of a billionaire’s fantasy...tall glass windows that reflected the sky, walls of polished stone, and balconies that curved elegantly with rows of white roses climbing up their edges.It was surreal. Breathtaking, yes...but surreal.For a second, I just stood there, fingers curling around the strap of my bag, wondering how the hell my life had flipped this fast. Just last week, I was in a tiny one-room apartment, celebrating the fact that I had finally graduated college with the certifica

Ethan Blackwood's POV“Can you let me spend at least one damn day at home before blowing up my phone?” I groaned, holding the phone to my ear as I sprawled across my bed, one hand tugging lazily at my damp hair.On the other end, Jared’s laugh was smug. “Bro, stop pretending like you don’t miss me. You’re literally sitting in that mansion bored out of your mind.”“Correction,” I smirked, “I was sitting bored out of my mind. Now I’ve got a new housemate. Way more entertaining than your ugly face popping up on FaceTime.”“Ahhh, the infamous adopted sister your dad was talking about.” Jared dragged the words. “So what’s she like? Cute? Boring? Trouble?”I chuckled low. “Definitely not boring. Trouble? Maybe. Cute?” My lips tilted as the image of Lila in that silk robe from earlier flickered through my mind. The way she bit her lip nervously, the way her laugh had slipped out like it didn’t belong to a stranger… “Yeah, she’s cute.”“Don’t ‘yeah’ me, Ethan. Cute how? Like..you’d ruin your

Lila's POV “Hey, Lila, wakey-dokey! You’re late!” Ethan’s voice roared up the stairs, exaggerated and playful, like he was a stand-up comedian trying to get the audience to clap.I groaned into my pillow, smiling despite myself. Only Ethan could make laziness feel like an event. By the time I dragged my body out of bed and threw on an oversized shirt, I heard him again...closer this time. “Don’t make me come up there, lil baby. I will.”I opened the door just in time to see him running up the stairs dramatically, his arm stretched out like a prince charming ready to catch his runaway bride. “There she is!” he grinned, stopping two steps below me and bowing low. “Princess Fiona finally awakens from her beauty sleep. Shall I escort you to breakfast, Your Highness?”I rolled my eyes but my lips betrayed me with a smile. “You’re ridiculous.”“And you’re late,” he shot back, grabbing my hand before I could protest. His palm was warm, steady. He half-dragged, half-led me down the grand sta

Damien’s POV“Is everything okay, miss?” I asked, though the words didn’t come out kind, they came out sharp, annoyed, like I had already wasted too much time watching her fumble with herself.The girl... Lila...sat there on the damn chair, struggling with a pair of heels as if it was rocket science. A pair of heels. Jesus Christ.I adjusted the cuffs of my suit jacket, car keys clinking in my hand. I should’ve been out the door ten minutes ago, but here she was… fussing with straps, biting her lip, pouting like some helpless thing that expected a knight in shining armor to swoop in and fix her shoe.I leaned against the frame of the door, crossing my arms. “You plan on carrying those on your hand the whole night?”She looked up at me, her lips curved in that pout again, and to be honest, it made my stomach twist. Not because it was cute. Because it was pathetic. “I can’t wear them,” she murmured, almost like she wanted pity.I arched a brow, letting my eyes deliberately drag down her

Ethan's POV “Lila?” I stood there like a confused figure, my brain splitting in two. I didn’t know if I should be jealous, angry, or just disappointed in myself. I had done everything humanly possible to be the type of guy she should kill for....the guy she should thirst and hunger for. And yet here she was, kissing a man who wouldn’t drop a penny if she was kidnapped or killed. I masked my expression the moment her gaze landed on me. No way I’d let her see me crack. These were girls’ games..I knew them too well. Still, it ached. Ached that no matter how much I tried, I could never bag a woman for real. They always ended up choosing someone better, and somehow, “better” always meant Damien. My stepbrother. At least that’s what they called him. But I never understood why. Damien acted nothing like a brother. He wasn’t family, he was a rival wearing the same last name. I walked to her as Damien stood up. "Are you okay, Lil?" I asked as she nodded. Then Damien’s voice cut sharp